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The Prude	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 35329 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter Six: Confusing Thoughts

Late night in Malfoy Manor had always been a bit disconcerting, Lucius thought as he stared up at the ornately carved molding in his ceiling. It was late, very late, and he was wide awake. His room was softly illuminated by slivers of moonlight streaming in through the gossamer sheers adorning the large windows and the only sound to be heard were the crackling of the fire and the soft, even breathing of the woman lying beside him.

As he looked at her he rethought the ‘beside him’. It was more accurate to say that the witch was sprawled all over him. Her cheek rested against the center of his chest, one hand curled lightly against his stomach and the other stretched out on the mattress. One leg was stretched along side his while the other was thrown across his hips, lightly rubbing against his groin every now and then as she shifted in her sleep.

He found himself oddly comfortable having her in his arms, draped across his body so familiarly. Even her unruly curls, which had somehow managed to wind around his body like devil’s snare, failed to annoy him just then. He felt somehow at peace and that was what was keeping him awake. He didn’t trust that feeling of ease and he certainly didn’t understand it. He was behaving in a manner unfitting a man of his social position. He was rutting with his young wife like a common peasant and even though he knew such behavior was beneath him he just couldn’t find the shame he thought he should be feeling.

He didn’t love her. Not even a little bit. He barely liked her yet the instant he heard her voice or smelled her soft scent he was ready to drag her to the nearest secluded spot and bury himself inside her so deeply that he became lost. Too often that was exactly what was happening. It was as if she had unleashed some sort of demon inside him, one that he had been starving for far too long. He had enjoyed sex before, it wasn’t as if he had no idea that it was a pleasurable endeavor, he just didn’t realize how pleasurable it could be, or how addictive.

“I can hear the cogs turning in your head,” she said softly, interrupting his train of thought. She shifted against him, her soft thigh rubbing against him and stirring his erection to life. “Good thoughts?”

“I’m not sure,” he said honestly, cursing his all too eager cock and lack of self control.

“Want to talk about it?” she asked.

“I don’t know that it would help,” he said, trying not to react to her fingers running lightly down the center of his chest. “I guess I am just still trying to adjust.”

“To being married again?” she asked.

“Yes…and to our rather unusual relationship,” he said.

“The only thing that is unusual about our relationship is that we were once enemies forced to wed,” she said on a soft laugh. “The sex is normal, Lucius. I promise you that every other married couple…and some unmarried couples…are doing the exact same things we are on a regular basis.”

“It seems more than just ‘a regular basis’, it is beginning to seem compulsory,” he said.

“No, it’s just new,” she reassured. “All couples go through a honeymoon period.”

“I didn’t with my first wife,” he said. “Sometimes I think that you and I have engaged in intercourse more in these last few months than Narcissa and I did in twenty eight years.”

“Oh, Lucius, your prudish behavior still surprises me,” she said as she shifted her body, sliding over and sitting up until she was firmly seated astride his torso. “You worry so much that what we are doing is excessive…” she reached between them and wrapped her fingers firmly around the thick erection lying against his belly. “that it’s crass…” She lined the plumy tip up with her opening and slowly sank down onto his shaft. “that it is somehow wrong…” Slowly she began to move, tightening her vaginal muscles with every slow rise and then relaxing to sink slowly back downwards until he was seated deep within her. “Does it feel wrong, Lucius?” she asked, her query punctuated with a little whimper.

“What?” he groaned. He knew she had asked him a question but had no idea what it was. How was he supposed to answer questions when she was sliding up and down his cock so delightfully?

“Does it feel wrong?” she asked again, falling forward and catching herself with her hands planted on the pillow on either side of his head. “Does it?”

“I…ugh…I don’t…oh gods, witch!” His hands went to her hips and dug in reflexively as he began to lift his hips, pumping his cock up through her clasping sleeve with increasing fervor.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” She whispered hotly, nibbling on the soft lobe of his ear. “It feels amazing. You feel so good inside me, Lucius, so thick and hard…I’m going to come…make me come, Lucius,” she whimpered in his ear, grinding her hips down against his upwards thrust, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone and pursuing her release.

It was a challenge for him now. He was addicted to the power that came with pleasuring his wife. It stroked his ego that he could bring her to such a point and amazed him. Not to mention the pleasure that came from her pussy sucking greedily at his cock during orgasm. He slid his hands up, curling them around her shoulders, bracing himself as he lifted his hips harder, faster, fucking her with abandon until he achieved his goal and sent her over the edge. He watched her face, the tight, almost painful grimace as she crested and then the blissful relaxation as she rode the wave of pleasure. He couldn’t stop then, it was impossible for him not to follow her over, pulsing and jetting his seed deep inside her. The sleek muscles of her channel caressing him, milking him, drawing his seed from deep inside.

“Mmmm…perfect,” she groaned, falling against him. She didn’t even try to move off of him. She just let her weight rest against him as she panted and sighed in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“You are going to kill me,” he said. His head was spinning as he caressed the smooth skin of her back. Just as confused as he was before but too sated and tired to ponder it further.

“Stop over thinking everything, Lucius,” she said, turning her face into his neck and pressing soft kisses against it. “Now, go to sleep,” she ordered, gently shifting off of him and letting his semi-flaccid penis slip from inside her molten depths. She scooted back into her previous position at his side, draped over him like a flesh blanket, warming his sweaty body further with her body heat.

He said nothing, he couldn’t move, could barely breathe. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to keep his eyes open any longer. She had wrung him dry both physically and emotionally. Though he wouldn’t admit it, she satisfied him in ways that he hadn’t known he was dissatisfied.

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Lucius was very quiet as he bathed and dressed the following morning. He believed that Hermione was still sleeping and was trying to be considerate, not realizing that his young wife was in fact awake and watching him. She was lying on her stomach, her head nestled on his pillow and her eyes opened to little slits as she observed him. Lucius naked was a beautiful thing to behold. Tall and golden with a body beautifully formed with lean, muscle and smooth skin. He wasn’t particularly hairy, the body hair he did have was soft and a light golden color just a few shades darker than his hair.

He walked out of their bathroom completely naked, proudly displaying his nudity without self consciousness, though she doubted he would have been so bold had he known she was awake and watching. She watched him bend over and step into his shorts then tug them into place, unfortunately covering the beauty of his smooth, tight backside. Once more she watched him bend over, wobbling just a little as he tugged his black socks over his feet. It was amusing to watch him walk to the wardrobe in shorts and socks and she had to stifle a giggle when he disappeared inside.

She could hear him rustling around inside, the scrape of hangers on the bar and the soft sound of him humming a tune to himself. He reappeared moments later, still in his shorts and socks but now wearing an unbuttoned cotton dress shirt in a soft shade of silver grey with a pair of charcoal colored slacks draped over his arm. His lips were moving slightly as he fastened his buttons and talked to himself. She imagined he was going over some business deal or maybe doing financial equations in his head.

While she very much preferred starring at her husband naked, watching him dress was strangely erotic. The slow deliberate motions as he donned his clothing were sensual, graceful despite the fact that they were depriving her of the entrancing site of his nudity. She wanted to moan in disappointment as he fastened his trousers, locking her favorite new ‘toy’ behind the button and zipper.

She wasn’t ashamed of being a woman with a strong sex drive, though there were times when she was slightly perturbed by her insatiable desire for this particular wizard. He was after all, one of the most evil wizards she had ever come across. But he was also sexy as all hell and she couldn’t help but get a little thrill every time she thought about the fact that he hadn’t really known sex until her. She liked being the one to muss him up, to rock his prissy world on its axis. It made her feel powerful.

She smiled as he bent over to tie his shoes, his hair curtaining his face. It was an odd, and highly erotic experience to have him on top of her, the two of them shrouded in privacy as his beautiful platinum hair draped around their faces. It was an erogenous zone for him she had learned. He loved it when she stroked his hair and massaged his scalp with her nails. His ears were incredibly sensitive. He would shudder and moan when she stroked them and applied gentle pressure to the lobes. She was not only learning his body but teaching him more about it as well.

“How long have you been watching me?” he asked as he raised his head and caught her staring at him with a soft smile on her lips.

“Since you got out of the shower,” she answered, her voice husky from sleep.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked crossing the room to his bureau where he donned his watch and smoothed his hair in the mirror.

“I wanted to watch you dress,” she said softly. “It’s almost as arousing as watching you undress.” She chuckled when he scowled at her in the mirror.

“You are a strange witch, Hermione,” he said shaking his head.

“Hmmmm…I suppose I am,” she said, stretching languorously all the while watching his reaction in his reflection. She saw his eyes widen and his nostrils flare and knew that he wasn’t unmoved by the sight of her body arching beneath the sheet that barely covered her. She made certain to stretch just enough that one pert breast popped free of the cotton shroud, the cherry nipple pebbled and straining for attention. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat.

“I have meetings today,” he said as he stopped at the bedside and stared down at her. She was lying on her back, her arms stretched above her head with one creamy, round breast bared and taunting him. He fought to keep himself from reaching out to trace the outline of the nipple, to feel the resilient flesh beneath his palm.

“I was thinking I might go shopping today, if that’s alright with you,” she said, wetting her lips to tease him more.

“Of course, you have full account access,” he said, his voice deeper and raspier than before.

“Perhaps you will have time to join me?”

“Join you for what?” His mouth watered for a taste of her.

“Lunch…shopping…a little bit of time for just the two of us,” she suggested.

“Ladies shopping?” he searched the recesses of his mind trying to recall a single instance when he had been in a ladies boutique. He came up with nothing.

“Perhaps a lingerie store, you can help me pick out something you might like,” she teased in a sultry tone.

“Shouldn’t you be picking things that you like?”

“Yes…but if you like it, then chances are I will like the end result…both of us will,” she smiled.

“I don’t know how comfortable I am going into a ladies underwear shop,” he said.

“The boutique I was thinking of caters to men as well as women,” she said softly. “Their clientele are extremely wealthy so everything is discreet and tasteful.”

“I think I will pass on this excursion, I have a lot of business to attend to today. Perhaps another time, though,” he said. He was trying to appease her without any intentions of ever going on a shopping trip with her.

“Perhaps,” she said softly. She could see what he was doing. It shouldn’t bother her but for some reason it did. She wanted him to want to spend time with her. “Maybe I will see you later then?”

“If you like, I will be in my study for most of the day meeting with associates,” he said, still eyeing the delectable bud of her nipple where it sat enticingly upon the shimmying mound of her breast.

“You can touch me if you want to,” she said quietly. “Anytime you want to.”

“I..uh…I don’t think we should start something…I have an early appointment scheduled,” he said, swallowing hard.

“Alright, Lucius….later perhaps,” she smirked.

“Yes…later….enjoy your shopping,” he said. He cleared his throat and stood, with one last longing look at her breast he turned and exited their bedchamber.

“What am I going to do with you, Lucius?” she muttered with a shake of her head. She sighed as rolled back onto her stomach to catch a few hours more sleep, pleased to find that the bed still smelled pleasantly of her husband.
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